She was standing in one of her favorite places in the old barn, before an open second-floor window that provided a wide view of the road leading in and out of Seaside. This window was not far from her hiding place, and she had come to it hundreds of times over the decades, watching wistfully as home owners came and went. There had been many, and she could remember most of them by name. But the man who left Seaside just a few moments ago was the most important of them all. He could both see and hear her, and it was absolutely paramount that she learn why. Then Constance let go a small smile, one of the few since her fall from the widow’s walk so long ago. Testing Jay and Trent had been a bit of fun, but in the end only Garrett mattered. While making faces and then shrieking at the top of her lungs, she knew she had no need to watch for Jay’s and Trent’s reactions, for there would be none. Only Garrett’s responses were important, and she could tell by the look on his face that he had been highly affected.
